With the Human Race's allied forces withdrawing, Donghuang Taiyi recalled his Donghuang Bell, and Dijun put away his River Diagram and Luo Book.
"Damn it!"
"They actually got away!"
Donghuang Taiyi seethed inwardly, but he could do nothing about it.
After all, this was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree. It was beyond their power to defy.
Dijun furrowed his brows, looking thoughtful.
He wondered whether the outcome would have been different if they had kept fighting.
But one thing was certain.
Whether Human Race or Demon Race, both would have suffered heavy losses in that battle.
"I never imagined that this mere Human Race would have developed to such a degree."
"Our Demon Race lost two Yao Gods in this battle!"
Thinking of the fallen Yao Gods, Dijun was filled with resentment.
But there was nothing he could do; he had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill.
"Clear the battlefield."
"Repair the South Heaven Gate."
Coming back to his senses, Dijun issued his orders. He glanced over Donghuang Taiyi and the other high-ranking members of the Demon Race, then headed for Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
After the Human Race and the Demon Race had both departed, the Human-Yao War—which had swept across the Primordial Wilderness and drawn in many factions—came to an abrupt end at Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree.
Of course, although the battle had come to a close for now, it had shown countless creatures across the Primordial Wilderness the terrifying strength of the Human Race.
No one had expected this race, which had been born in the Primordial Wilderness just tens of thousands of years ago, to possess such great potential.
The Human Emperor, Huang Tian, had already reached the Quasi-Saint realm. The might of a single thrust of his spear could slay a Yao God.
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